08/08/2026
Okay so I told my coworker the reason I was tearing up at my desk was "a really moving performance review." It was not a performance review. It was fanfiction. On my phone. During lunch.
This is the tax you pay for being fluent in a language most people you love never learned. You get sooo good at translating yourself down to something more digestible. School pickup version. Work standup version. "It's just something light" version for your mother-in-law.
Meanwhile the real you is somewhere at 9:47pm with a cracked spine, completely unmoderated, completely alive.
Babe, if you know exactly which slide this is, tag the friend who's also fluent. She'll get it immediately.